Fast Lane - E-40

Uh, living the life in the quick lane, only the strongest survive

These streets will swallow you up mayne, and eat you alive

Can’t be no poodle, run, tuck your tail and hide

They’ll spaghetti your noodle, mayne, element of surprise

It’s going around mayne, death in the air

Bet' not be scared 'cause hyenas can smell fear

There’s not a lot of love but it’s a whole lot of hate

Beware of your surroundings, they starvin', they ain’t ate

The lake of fire awaits for those with no souls

Hot like a stove, hotter than hot coals

I’m not a knock, I’m the server, got hella clients waitin'

Fuck the FDA;

the Food and Drug Administration

That’s the thought process of a soil soldier

Sixes on the Nova, pistola, spinach and yola

I’m talking realer dope money this hustler makin'

And I don’t cattin' and capin' and cupcakin'

I go bad on a batch mayne, I ain’t playin'

Knock a broad without even lifting a hand

Ain’t even gotta touch her, mind games, mayne

Brain fuck her, I ain’t lyin'

Never been a bitch-made motherfucker just a professional sucker-ducker

I’m one nigga rich motherfucker, cars, houses and diamond clusters

Fucks with hustlers, not no busters allowed around us

No sap suckers, snitches, bitches, or punk cowards

Young nigga havin' thangs (Havin' thangs)

Fancy cars and rangs

This hustler 'bout his change

Nigga really out here doin' it (Doin' it)

Claimin' hella fame (Hella fame)

E’rybody know my name (They know my name)

I’m deep off in this game

Wherever money at, I get to it (What'cha livin?)

I’m livin' in the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

Uh, wakin' up with greenbacks on your mind is a good sign

My name ringin' like a high school bell, like a church chime

This ain’t chameleon, but go get a glass of wine

Listen to me preach my rhyme, sit back and recline

I’m too real to be unreal, too truthful to be fake

Daddy and mommy went they separate ways when I was eight

But it made me great, more stronger and God-willing

A few years later, I’m worth a few million

Top billing, killing em' with my independent grip

Got rid of my digital scale and started making hits

Flipping all kinds of whips, Benzes, Cutlass, and Lexuses

Me and The Click and Saint Charles, God was blessing us

Successfulness, all praises due to Allah

Jesus, Jehovah, the most highest, almighty god

Reverend Thurman and Mother Thurman, I miss you much

I know you up in heaven watching over us

Give back and help people, that’s what they taught me to do

Can’t save the world, but I can help save a few

People talk behind my back, laugh and smiled all in my face

Said my voice was too squeaky and my style was a disgrace

Now I’m hittin', they ain’t, laughin' all the way to the bank

Makin' deposits and promoting my own drank

Bankin' with my nose in the air, like my shit don’t stank

Came in the game blindfolded, stressin', guessin', walking the plank, uh

Young nigga havin' thangs (Havin' thangs)

Fancy cars and rangs

This hustler 'bout his change

Nigga really out here doin' it (Doin' it)

Claimin' hella fame (Hella fame)

E’rybody know my name (They know my name)

I’m deep off in this game

Wherever money at, I get to it (What'cha livin?)

I’m livin' in the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane (Fast lane), in the fast lane (Fast lane)

In the fast lane